Do you still have your prayer beads?
“Yeah, they’re here.” I picked the small set off the shrine I’d set up for Jake and his family. I ran the beads through my fingers; this was the one set I had that didn’t have any particular Significance.
Will those work, give you something to hold on to?
“Maybe.” I looked over at the covered shrine. “I keep thinking about your set, though.”
If you think that will work, he said, then take it.
“That will leave the shrine unbalance, though.”
Varian. I care more about your sanity than I do about your shrine. He watched as I pulled the set of prayer beads off the shrine, then covered it back up. There you are.
I nodded, these beads felt like they belonged in my hands.
Look at the colors.
“They’re all really pale colors, like light.”
Exactly. He knew what I was thinking of, the new significance that Light had begun to take on in my life.
“Thank you,” I said, “I mean that.”
I could sense him sitting beside me, his worry and concern strong enough that I could sense those feelings clearly. He had told me earlier this afternoon that this fallow time had not been meant to make my mental health issues rise; that had simply been a very unfortunate coincidence.
“I’m getting help,” I said to myself as I ran the beads through my fingers. “We’ll figure this out, and it’s going to be okay.”